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Father’s Day 2015

Bryan's Childhood

I am thinking of my father Gary Woerner on this Father’s Day. When he died his children were seven, six, and 22 months, and he was not able to watch us grow up nor to see the people we became as adults.

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Moral dilemma

Christiane's Childhood

I remember having an argument with a friend and his dad, an LAPD officer. The dad put us two teens into a scenario that he’s seen often — you’re a cop and you’ve just busted a local drug lord. There’s cash everywhere in one of the rooms and you’re alone. It hasn’t been counted and “no one” would know that you took some of it. Would you take any of the money?

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My criminal career

Bryan's Childhood

One day, when I was around seven years old, my mother took my brother and me shopping at Market Basket (a Southern California grocery store that operated from 1930 into the 1980s). My brother, who is five years older than I, wandered off to the pharmacy next door, probably to browse the books and magazines, as he usually did. I accompanied Mom into the market.

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